He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Song Zhi lowered her eyelashes to conceal the emotion in her eyes and nodded gently: "Yes, I didn't lie to you."

She suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest.

His heartbeat was steady and strong, and the faint scent of cedar lingered on his shirt, a familiar sense of security for her.

"Brother Ninth..."

She spoke in a muffled voice, slightly hoarse, "I married you because I love you."

Fu Lu paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly: "Of course I know."

"It's good to know."

She tightened her arms, as if trying to etch the warmth of this moment into her memory.

Fu Lu gently cupped her face, his brows still furrowed: "My dad really didn't say anything?"

Song Zhi shook her head, a faint smile curving her lips: "No."

Her smile was so gentle, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Fu Lu stared at her for a few seconds, then finally relaxed slightly and let out a long sigh: "That's good. I was worried that with his temper, he might say some unpleasant things."

"it's nothing."

She said softly, her fingertips unconsciously gripping his sleeve, "Your father is good, he accepts me."

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow and pinched her cheek: "What 'your dad'? Now you should call me 'our dad'."

Song Zhi paused for a moment, then gave a soft "hmm," and a smile finally crept into the corners of her eyes.

Fu Lu took her hand and intertwined their fingers: "Let's go, I'll show you around."

His palms were warm and dry, as if they could dispel all gloom.

Song Zhi let him pull her along, following behind him, but her gaze involuntarily turned back to glance at the tightly closed study door.

Just as they reached the top of the stairs, Fu An appeared out of nowhere, walking towards them with a grin.

"Brother, shall I take my sister-in-law out for a walk?"

Where did you go just now?

"Playing on your phone in your room."

“Since you’re willing to come back, you should actually go and help out at the company instead of idling around all day and acting like a complete idiot.”

When Fu Lu said this, his tone was somewhat serious.

Fu An pursed his lips and replied nonchalantly, "Oh, I know, I know, you're so long-winded."

After saying that, she naturally took Song Zhi's arm, her face beaming with warmth and affection: "Sister-in-law, let's go, don't mind my brother, that clueless guy."

Before Song Zhi could refuse, Fu An had already pulled her around and walked towards the courtyard.

As soon as the two entered the courtyard, Fu An abruptly shook off Song Zhi's hand, took a step back as if he had touched something dirty, and his high heels made a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs.

"You're not good enough for my brother."

She raised her chin, her eyes sweeping over Song Zhi with disdain, a mocking curve appearing on her red lips.

Song Zhi paused, then slowly turned around.

The setting sun cast dappled light and shadows across her face through the sycamore leaves, making her expression appear even more serene: "And then?"

Fu An's pupils contracted slightly.

She had imagined that Song Zhi would feel ashamed and angry, but she never expected Song Zhi to be so nonchalant.

This feeling of being completely ignored ignited a nameless fire in her chest.

"I've investigated you."

Fu An took a step closer, her high heels clicking, her nails almost digging into Song Zhi's nose. "Family background, education, ability—in what way do you match my brother?"

Song Zhi gently brushed the fingers away from her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said dismissively, "If you think you're not good enough, then you're not good enough."

After saying that, he turned and left, too lazy to argue with this arrogant young lady.

But clearly, Fu An had no intention of letting her off so easily.

Sure enough, after taking only a couple of steps, Fu An's voice came from behind.

"stop!"

Song Zhi stopped and glanced at her, asking calmly, "Is there something you need?"

Fu An was so angry at her attitude that he trembled all over, and even his carefully styled curly hair became disheveled.

She rushed forward and grabbed Song Zhi's wrist: "Are you deaf? I said you're not good enough for my brother!"

"I heard it very clearly."

As she spoke, she withdrew her hand.

Song Zhi glanced down at her wrist, which was red from being gripped so tightly, and suddenly chuckled, "But we just got our marriage certificate, so if we get a divorce now..." She deliberately drew out her words, "According to the marriage law, shouldn't I get half of Fu Lu's assets?"

These words were like igniting a powder keg, and Fu An's delicate face instantly contorted in anger.

"You really are a gold digger. You only took a fancy to my brother's money. I'm going to tell my brother and let him know what you're really like."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lu's voice came from behind him, deep and clear: "What do you want to tell me?"

Upon seeing Fu Lu, Fu An immediately rushed over, pointed at Song Zhi, and shrieked, "Brother, you've been deceived by this woman!"

Fu Lu frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"She only married you for your money!"

Fu An gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt as she looked at Song Zhi. She said, word by word, "Now you want a divorce and half your assets?"

As Fu An spoke, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Fu Lu turned to Song Zhi, his eyes deep and serious: "Is what she said true?"

Song Zhi opened her mouth, but before she could explain, Fu Lu continued, "You want a divorce?"

His voice was very soft, but it made Song Zhi's heart tremble.

The words of explanation that were meant to be uttered turned into a murmured, "No, I didn't mean to."

"Then why did Fu An say you wanted a divorce?"

Fu Lu suddenly took a step closer, reached out and grabbed her chin, his tone dangerous, "Song Xiaozhi, if you dare to divorce me, I'll..."

"So what?" Song Zhi interrupted him before he could finish, looking up at him and deliberately asking, "Domestic violence against me?"

Fu Lu suddenly laughed, pulling her into his arms and pressing his warm lips to her ear: "How could I bear to?"

His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with grievance, "Don't mention divorce again, it will make me sad."

This sudden display of intimacy left Fu An frozen in place.

She thought she would see her cousin disgusted with Song Zhi, but instead she was unexpectedly fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

She had seen plenty of love-struck characters on TV, but her cousin's behavior was clearly terminal; he was beyond saving.

"Bro, you've got the wrong idea!"

Fu An stamped his foot in frustration and couldn't help but remind Fu Lu, who was still lost in his love-struck mind.

"This woman is clearly after your money. She just said she wants a share of your assets."

Fu Lu released Song Zhi and turned to look at Fu Anshi, his eyes already cold: "Money?"

He scoffed, "Don't talk about money, I'm practically your sister-in-law."

He reached out and ruffled Song Zhi's hair, his tone leaving no room for argument: "If you say anything like that again, I'll arrange a marriage for you and get you married off as soon as possible."

Fu An's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Marriage?

Like her parents, will she become a victim of family interests?

Now, his parents appear to be loving, but in reality, they each do their own thing. Every time Fu An sees his parents bringing different men and women home, he feels disgusted.

She felt she shouldn't follow in her parents' footsteps.

What's more... she still had Pei Jinnian on her mind.